by Sam Hall
There was more than a little deja vu as I walked up the hill in the dark with another strange, attractive man. I’m not ashamed to admit the darkness changed things a little for me. It was as if by dulling down the extreme visual stimulus, I became a whole lot more aware of what was around me. I could hear his breath mixing with the night air, feel the warmth radiating off his body as we walked side by side. The breeze gave me tantalising whiffs of spicy male scent. Fuck, this was just like when Shaun walked me home. Were we going to pash on the porch or progress a whole lot further, as I was going to his place? Kelly’s advice about seeking permission before making it with the boss came to mind, as well as some tantalising yet uncomfortable mental images of what that would look like, or with Slade or both of them… Damn Brandon and his book recs, he was putting ideas in my head I didn’t need right now. “Well,” Finn said, “here we are.”
It was similar to mine, though maybe a bit bigger. It had a better sized kitchen, a fair-sized lounge room with another flat screen and…one couch. It was a three-seater, but I still looked at it for long enough for Finn to notice. “Sorry, I don’t have many people over… Well, can I get you a drink?”
After the day I’d had, the only response was fuck to the yes. Instead, I said much more politely, “Sure, what do you have?” I ended up with a rum and coke, and took a seat on one end of the couch. Not awkward, I thought, not awkward at all. “I haven’t had all that much time to see how you are going. How have you found your first few days?”
Probably how the girl in the porn movie feels, wondering which dick is going to go where, I thought, or Alice in Dickland, completely bemused by all the weirdos, yet strangely turned on. I don’t know what I’m doing, what I should be doing, or who I should be doing. Like all the rules I’ve ever been told about romance and love and sex and guys are wrong, wrong, wrong, and I’ll be fucked if I know what’s supposed to replace them. Instead I took a hefty mouthful of my drink, enjoying the sweet burn as it went down. “Oh, it’s been OK,” I said instead.
“The guys are treating you OK?”
Well, Shaun treated me greeeeat last night, I thought, though I’m sure that’s not what you wanted to hear. Seriously, I fought the urge to shiver, rocked my world. Slade is determined to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, which is curiously appealing right about now. Probably all part of his evil plan. There was me, shutting down his advances, and him with that gorgeous fucking body, out of loyalty for a guy I’d spent one night with. I should have just fucked him in the dirt, I thought. Hmm… my brain helpfully supplied a wide selection of mental images of what that’d be like. He looked like he had a huge dick too. Wonder if it was curved, you know so it rubs…
“Julie?”
“Hmm, yeah, they’ve been fine.”
“I know many of the women who come from the outside to work here, they find the male attention a bit overwhelming at first. Just let me know if that gets too much.”
Was it too much? Too much to get work done, that was for sure. I had no idea how people followed Kelly’s clinically delivered work conditions: work then play. Maybe if you no longer had to worry about when you got laid, it became just like having a shower, sleeping or having a shit, just part of day to day life. I took another long swig of the drink and was surprised to see I had finished it.
“I’ll be honest,” I said. “I don’t really know how to deal with it. For the past few years, I’ve been living in a semi-ghost town with the retired set, and my only chance of getting laid was when someone amenable came through. This place…it's an embarrassment of riches, except I’m the one who’s always embarrassed.”
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but you needn’t be. We don’t have the same hang ups about sex and attraction here. You seemed to have a moment back there with Brandon. He won’t be anything other than pleased and flattered, and perhaps optimistic something might happen between you. You’re not being disloyal to anyone.”
“So everyone here is genetically incapable of getting possessive or jealous?”
“Of course not, those are basic elements of our natures. But so is anger, envy, malice… These are all unacceptable in most workplaces, yes?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, we’ve just added a few more sins to our list of unprofessional behaviour. Just because we’re a workplace that’s open and accepting of sexual and romantic behaviours, doesn’t mean you have to engage in any of them. If you don’t want this, what’s the issue?”
Yes, what is the issue, I thought. They all sound like they’d give me a raise for creating better staff morale by fucking a bunch of them, but that isn’t the barrier. No, like most women, I’d been raised in the cage of what men wanted and expected from a sexual or romantic partner, and what these guys were proposing was a radical departure from that. I was a rat in a cage, and I was too scared to venture out, expecting to get electrocuted even though the door had been opened. All day long I think about fucking… my brain did the best imitation of Korn it could.
“No issue,” I said, wanting to end the conversation. “Do you mind if I grab another drink?” I got up when he said it was OK, topping up his glass as well. I walked over to his shelf of DVDs while he turned the TV on. “Comedy?” I said with a grin. “Most of these are rom-coms!”
He shrugged lazily, “What do you want to watch?”
I picked one and it was the usual fare. Couple meet, are attracted to each other, but klutzy heroine and uncomprehending romantic lead struggle to get it together, and hijinks ensue. It felt good to laugh, which became a whole lot easier after the second, third and fourth drink. Then the heroine and the romantic lead started to have sex. “So what’s the appeal of these films for you?” I asked, slinging my arm along the back of the couch and turning to face him. Finn took a bit to pry his eyes away from the actors getting naked.
“It’s exotic to me, I guess, one man with one woman. It feels kind of… titillating in a way.”
“What? One girl, one guy is kinky for you?”
He sighed and paused the film, turning as well. “Me and most of the men here were raised by a mother and several dads. That’s ordinary, garden variety relationships to us.” I snorted at this. “You were obviously raised very differently. Watching a rom-com with characters similar to what I grew up with would probably be equally as odd and alluring to you.”
“But you’re sitting in your house, watching films like an old maid. You’re gorgeous, with those eyes. I can never tell if they are grey or blue.” I drew in to take a closer look, and he looked back steadily. “And you’ve got this hair.” I ran my fingers through the ends and sighed. “It feels like silk. Why does it feel like silk? Every guy I’ve ever been with, their hair feels like hair… Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, and you have this amazing bone structure…” I ran my hand down the flat of his cheekbone. “You’re my boss, I shouldn’t be touching you, should I?”
He reached up and held my hand in place, “You can touch me if you like.”
“Mmph…” I groaned, “Nope, nope, nope. I remember, Kelly said to talk to her first, so I better not. I am so screwed if I lose this job.”
“You’re not going to lose your job. You talked to Kelly about me?”
“I didn’t mean to. It was supposed to be a hypothetical, but she so knew I was hot for you.”
“You’re hot for me?”
“You, Shaun, Slade, pretty much everyone, even that huge guy with the scary sized dick. I feel like I need to carry around spare undies constantly, as I am always wet. Like I need a maxi pantyliner to save my clothes. Like, you wouldn’t even have to use lube if you have a massive cock like everyone else here, wet.”
“That bad, huh?”
“It is bad, even if it doesn’t sound like it. I never knew what guys meant by blue balls before starting here. My clit aches, like all the time. Funny thing is, it means I go off in the sack, multiple times even, which I’ve never really been able to do. Before if I tried
, it was like so much work, and the orgasm was super weak…it never seemed worth it, y’know?”
“That’s difficult for me to imagine right now,” Finn said.
“But while it sounds great, it's really distracting, especially on the back of the quad with all the vibrations…” I shuddered involuntarily. “I had to think of nuns and dead kittens the whole time to stop from coming on the fence inspection. Hey, maybe that’s who I should go and see! Slade wanted to fuck me in the dirt in the forest. Do you think I’d get dirt and leaves and sticks in my bum if we did?”
“I’m sure he’d make that happen if you wanted it to, though I would suggest there would be safer ways to get you off if you wanted anal stimulation.”
“That’s not what I meant!” I said, slapping a hand on his chest. His other hand snaked up and took a hold of that one as well. “God, like I’d want that monster in my butt. I’d never shit again!”
“There are ways, but I agree, it would take some time to learn to do. Do you want me to get Slade?”
“What and bring him here? When you’re here?”
“Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. You could have both of us, or any other combination, if that’s what you want. Trust me when I say, everyone is waiting to see what it is you want.”
“Wait, do you mean…?” I moved my head closer, as it was difficult to see him clearly. Then all of a sudden, I was too close, my mouth only centimetres away from his. Up close, I could hear the harsh sound of his breath coming fast, see his eyes flick from my lips to my eyes and back again, watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, his tongue swiping briefly over his lips. I reached out and touched them with my fingers, wanting to see if his mouth was as soft and slick as it looked. His tongue shifted again, grazing my fingertips. “Do you…?”
He moved slightly, bringing my awareness lower down. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten here, but I was straddling him and could feel exactly what he wanted. “That makes you hard?” I whispered.
“Not him,” he said, “you. Your smell, the softness of your body, these curves, the scent of your arousal like thick, sweet honey… I know he’d feel the same, and we would treasure the opportunity to show you just how much we want that.”
“So…” My brain was muzzy with drink but somehow, I knew I was hanging on the precipice of something huge. I couldn’t think or speak, so I acted. I moved forward and pressed my mouth to his. Sharp flashes of arousal twisted inside me as he groaned, his kiss initially careful and precise before his hands dove into my hair, and he pulled me closer. He tasted of sweet rum and tobacco, his fingers like iron when they slid down and yanked me against his hardness.
But he pulled away first, resting his forehead on mine and gasping for breath. “We can’t…”
“Ring Kelly, she can approve a quick HR request in the middle of the night,” I pleaded. “Then ring Slade…”
“You want us?” he asked, a wild note of hope in his voice.
“You’re smoking hot and packing serious heat,” I said, reaching down between us and giving him a bit of a squeeze. God almighty, were average length guys like the ones with small dicks here? “Why wouldn’t I?”
Somehow, that was the wrong thing to say.
“We can’t, not tonight,” he said in a much firmer voice. He took in my inarticulate growl of frustration. “Trust me when I say I know exactly how you feel, but you’re drunk. This isn’t consent, this is lowered inhibitions.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? In a place where everyone wants to fuck me, I can’t get anyone to fuck me? This is some grade A bullshit right now!”
“Julie, Julie!” I tried to wriggle out of his grip and instead, we fell back onto the couch, his body lying heavily over mine. He pushed himself up on his arms, and said, “You talk to Kelly, and tell me and Slade you want this, nothing will stop us from closing the deal. I mean nothing. If we have to lock away all of the liquor on site and give everyone a three-day holiday, we will make it happen for you. But Julie, conscious consent is sexy, a woman looking me in the eye and telling me just what she wants me to do to her is sexy. Not this, not alcohol making the decisions for you.”
I wriggled my hips under him, “Your body seems to be saying otherwise.”
“Yeah, well, a stiff prick has no morals, but I do. Let’s go to bed…”
“That’s what I’ve been suggesting!”
“And sleep. You make the decision in the morning, in the cold light of day, and we’re yours, baby.”
He got to his feet, leaving me lying there, head spinning, feeling slightly nauseous and not the fuck sure what just happened. I grumbled all the way to bed and had to be stopped from stripping off entirely, Finn forcing me to wear my undies and shirt. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.
10
I woke to a world of pain. “Unnh…” I groaned, holding my head. My brain was pulsing in counterpoint to my heartbeat, sending waves and waves of agony through my body. I opened my eyes a slit and gasped as harsh arrows of light seemed to pierce my brain pan. I screwed them closed, and that hurt as well. I rolled over and buried my head under a pillow, a pillow with a distinct masculine scent. Oh, fuck, I groaned, I was in some guy’s bed.
“Morning.” I peeked out from under the pillow to see my worst nightmare. My boss was standing at the edge of what I now realised was his bed, coffee in hand, dressed and neatly pressed, looking down at me. What had I done?
“Did we…?”
“Have sex? No, though not for want of trying on your part. I wanted to be gentlemanly, but you did not seem inclined to take no for an answer, right before you passed out.”
“Oh, no!”
“You did however, ask me to ring Kelly in the middle of the night and clear us having sex.”
“No….” I groaned into the pillow.
“Can I take from your reaction that you don’t want Slade to come over and have a threesome with the two of us?”
“I didn’t suggest that…did I?”
“Yeah, you did. He’s waiting outside right now, just in case you were sincere.”
“I can’t come to work today,” I said, pulling the pillow tighter over my head. “I’m sick.”
“A hangover isn’t a legitimate reason for a sick day,” he said, yanking it off my head. I screamed some sort of harsh gurgle, jerking my head under the blanket as quickly as I could. I might not have come by it legitimately, but I had a grade A headache right now. “Your dog has been fed and has somewhere to be today. Be out the front of the bungalow in twenty minutes. I’ve left some clean clothes for you on the bed, as well as some spare knickers.”
“What do I need them for?”
“You told me all about how distressed you were, being wet all the time. Like, you wouldn’t even have to use lube if I have a massive cock like everyone else here, wet.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I said, smacking my head against the bed, even though it caused brightly coloured stars to flare painfully behind my eyes.
“Twenty minutes, or I’ll assume you’ve changed your mind, and you want to take Slade and me on. You won’t have to get out of bed all day, I promise.”
I thought about it for a moment. I know, I’m weak and depraved, but god almighty… I swung my body upright, feeling my belly swirl and then clench painfully. I am not going to hurl, I am NOT going to hurl, I told myself. Once I felt safe to move, I staggered into the bathroom.
Maybe having a threesome wouldn’t be so bad, I thought as I walked outside. I resisted the urge to hiss like a vampire at the obscenely bright morning light, but only just. I saw Slade, Finn, and some other guy in army fatigues leaning up against what looked like an old Range Rover, all with the same smug male smile blokes got when they saw a lady in distress. I walked over to Slade and pressed my body against his, saying, “I will suck your dick if you gimme your sunglasses for the day.” He laughed, pulled them off his face but held them out of reach, eyes flicking from my right to my left eye and back, like he wasn�
�t sure if I was serious. Not a bad idea, I wasn’t, probably. Then his grin grew wider, and he held up a poisonous green bottle of Gatorade.
“Then what will you give me for this?” he asked, swishing it around. It fizzed weirdly.
“What’s that?” I asked, jamming the dark glasses on my face.
“Two extra strength aspirin and Gatorade. I got the cure for what ails ya, princess.”
“Oh, you big, beautiful man…” I reached for it, but he yanked it away.
“Ah ah ah…”
“I’ll give you my first-born child.”
“Nope.”
“A lock of my hair.”
“Nope”
“A lock of my pubic hair?”
“Only if I’m picking it out of my teeth.”
“Dude, gross. Alright, what do you want?” His grin went wide, slowly enough that I could easily guess every little thought he was having as his lips moved. Pretty sure I was naked in most of them. “Well?” I said, because I wanted the damn aspirin. Fuck knows where I was gonna get some of that out here. Maybe Doc Hobbes would help…
“You’ll hang out with him after work today, yes?” Finn said, plucking the bottle out of Slade’s hands to his surprise and handing it over to me, obviously sick of our stupid antics.
I looked Slade over, his hooded hazel eyes looking right back. I could think of worse ways to spend my time, particularly as it was likely to feature me asleep. “Yeah, alright.”
“You going to join us, boss?” Slade asked, not looking away from me. His grin made it plain he’d heard all about last night.
“If I’m invited…”
Oh, shit, I thought, what was I bloody thinking last night? Army guy, who I’d yet to be introduced to, was also looking at me with that same naked interest. What had Finn said? My brain seemed to slosh around painfully in my skull, rather than provide accurate memories. ‘Everyone is waiting to see what it is you want.’ Yep, that was it.